Tilda obediently closed her mouth and sat in the passenger seat waiting.
She sneaked a few glances at Johnny, noticing that his reaction hadn’t subsided much, which made her want to laugh.
This guy…
It hadn’t been long since they last shared a bed, was he really that sensitive?
After nearly ten minutes, the atmosphere in the car became too strange.
Tilda wanted to ask again when finally, Johnny tugged at his lips and cleared his throat. “Um… can I use your bathroom?”
He needed a cold shower.
He had gotten too carried away kissing Tilda, now it was quite embarrassing.
She covered her mouth with her hand, thinking of all the sad things she could to stop herself from laughing out loud. “Sure, come up with me.”
…
In the bathroom, listening to Johnny showering, Tilda felt her cheeks flush.
She had never imagined she could become Johnny’s girlfriend, so she never considered him as a potential husband or felt any shyness around him.
But now things were different…
“I’m using your towel.”
Johnny’s voice suddenly came from inside.
Tilda touched her face and walked to the door. “The pink one is mine. Do you see it?”
“Yeah.”
Maybe it was because he had just finished a cold shower. Johnny’s voice was trembling a bit.
Soon after, he opened the bathroom door and came out. His short hair was still dripping water, and he was wrapped in Tilda’s pink towel, looking quite out of place.
Especially standing in Tilda’s small room, his tall frame seemed to almost fill the entire space, exuding an imposing presence.
“You didn’t need to take such a cold shower,” Tilda said as she saw him shivering. She quickly found a blanket and draped it over him.
Johnny, bare-chested, wrapped himself in the blanket and grinned broadly. “Otherwise we wouldn’t be able to go out today.”
“Can we go now?”
“Yes.” Johnny turned to find his clothes when he heard Tilda say behind him,
“Actually, instead of taking a shower, we could have just… done it again.”
After all, it was not like they hadn’t slept together before. What was the difference?
Johnny’s back stiffened. He slowly turned his face to look at her. “Why didn’t you say so earlier?”
“I did say it in the car. I suggested it but you interrupted me and told me not to speak!”
Who could be blamed for that?
Before Tilda could finish her next sentence, she felt herself being lifted off the ground and then thrown heavily onto the bed!
Johnny’s body was cold from the shower as he pressed against her skin, sending chills through her body…
“What are you doing?”
“It’s still not too late.”
Tilda’s eyes widened but whatever she was going to say next was swallowed back down.
Johnny seemed impatient this time; unlike before when he was calm and composed. He didn’t even wait for her to be ready before he entered her.
“Ah… Johnny, it hurts…”
“Bear with it.” Johnny gritted his teeth. “Since I touched you last time, I haven’t been with any other woman. Do you know how many days it’s been?”
Tilda clutched his arm tightly and glared at him. “Who told you not to find someone else?”
“Dare I? You’d accuse me of fooling around!”
“I never stopped you-ah! Are you trying to kill me?”
Johnny gave a hard thrust as a small punishment. “Would you be happy if I found another woman?”